#switch!coyle

Now, you were being transported to the Police Station trial environment, where they had assured you the officer was waiting under many restraints. You were slightly confused on why they couldn't bring him back to the Sinyala facility, but you assumed it would be too big of a threat. But sure, let's bring you to an unfamiliar place where you'd be completely alone with him.

You were quite looking forward to this though, knowing you could get under his skin easily and have some fun for the day. Upon arrival, a guard over the speakers directed you on where to go. This place was a mess. Trash littered the ground and broken mannequins were scattered everywhere, along with some blood and corpses, but it was very much set up like an average police station. You supposed it wasn't your place to judge; you could've been the poor soul to never make it out of here.

They had told you prior that Coyle was held in one of the jail cells, restrained to the metal table that barely passed for a bed. You went in further, taking in your surroundings and being careful not to step on anything on the floor. Who knew what kind of things around here that you could bring back with you.

You made it past the security room, walking down a long hall that finally brought you to the opened cells of the station. You looked into them, finding most of them empty with only remains of the beings in here before you. A sudden deep hum sounded from one of the cells down the hall, and you knew it was the cop. With the tiniest of a smirk playing on your face, you treaded down the hall. Keep it professional, of course.

You entered the small cell, where Coyle sat on the bed with his wrists handcuffed to the metal bars above him. You recalled how the guards at Murkoff told you he was "heavily restrained." You quipped a raised brow, wondering how only two handcuffs were considered a lot. You brushed it off though, knowing he was going no where even if he had more room to squirm.

When he saw you, he paused his humming to give you a dirty smirk, his dark aviators looking up at you. "Aww, you just couldn't resist seeing me again." A small chuckle followed and he looked you up and down, his smugness only increasing when he saw the small grin on your face. You nodded at him, his file between your arm and torso.

"Leland."

"Oho, on a first name basis now aren't we? You never told me yer' name, sweetness."

You tilted your head to the side, your lips turned in an upright, tight line. before you clicked your tongue. "I'm afraid you're not allowed to know that."

Part of you wondered why he was so smug, as if he wasn't currently held down in front of you, knowing what was about to happen and how you knew a huge weakness of his. You assumed it was just his nature though. Taking the file from your arm and setting it down on a nearby small table, you turned to him and crossed your arms. "You know what's going to happen now?"

Coyle snickered, nodding his head slowly and sitting against the wall more comfortably. His feet were crossed out in front of him as his bottom half rested along the bed. "Yes, I do," he said, in a deep, southern drawl.

"And you know what's gonna happen if you don't behave yourself?"

He wiggled his arms, the cuffs clinking against the concrete wall and metal bars. "Yer' hands will be all over me. Don't get too excited now."

You rolled your eyes at him, the smile still on your face. He hadn't changed since the last time you saw him. You questioned how he could be so cocky right now; you both knew you could completely turn this sideways, making him shriek and beg for mercy.

"Okay Coyle, you know how this goes." You stepped forward more, towering over his frame and bringing your arms to your sides. You peered into his sunglasses with a grin. "We'll start at the top. Stay still and remain quiet, unless anything hurts."

He wore his same leather jacket and white button up shirt, so you tried to hide the smirk that crept onto your face, knowing you'd definitely take advantage of unzipping it and "evaluating" his torso. You stared at his arms, prodding at his forearms and moving up towards his biceps, gauging for any signs of discomfort on his face.

He still wore that cocky grin as he stared back into your eyes, his stained teeth almost peeking out behind his lips. It almost made you hesitant to continue; there was something more sadistic and menacing about him than usual. You wouldn't let him see it though; you were the one who was supposed to be under his skin, not the other way around.

You made it to his shoulders, pressing down on the tops of them, when Coyle suddenly pulled at the handcuffs, the links instantly breaking into pieces on the floor as they slid off his wrists with ease. You gasped, not given the chance to comprehend what just happened as he grabbed your arms and changed your positions. In one swift motion, he was now above you, with you lying on your back against the metal bed. "H-HEY! WHAT THE-"

Coyle snickered, taking your wrists in his hands and putting them above your head. You struggled against his hold, using all your effort to lift yourself off the bed and move your legs to the floor. It was fruitless though, as he was close enough to the edge of the bed that you had no room to try and get up. He sneered down at you, the smirk effervescent on his face as he squeezed your wrists once.

"Plastic cuffs. Looks like your little guards wanted this to happen."

Your eyes widened as they looked up at him with terror. You shook your head, still tugging at your wrists and kicking your legs out for any chance of getting out of his strong hold. Was this some sort of sick joke?! What was Easterman thinking giving him faux handcuffs? No wonder he was acting so arrogant. Your stomach twisted at the thought of what he was planning to do.

He noticed the sudden tenseness in your face, leaning down close to you and chuckling in your ear. "Not so assertive now, huh?"

He moved in further, his warm breath on your ear, making you shudder and twitch your head. "Now stay still and remain quiet, honey."

"Coyle don't-HAH!"

His free hand was immediately placed on your side, giving it harsh squeezes and ripping a shriek from your throat. Loud laughter followed suit as you tried to squirm away from his hand, kicking your feet out against the metal bed.

He peered down at you with a devilish grin, using minimal effort in holding your wrists down. You didn't realize how strong he was. His fingers pinched up and down your side, grasping at your shirt and digging into your waist. You heard a few sniggers from the cop as he shook his head. "God almighty, what a sight."

"YOHOU CAHAN'T DO THIHIHIS!"

"Ohoho, who's gonna stop me, huh?" His tone was wicked, laced with something you've never heard from him before. It could only be best described as vengeful. His hand on your side didn't stop as he switched to your other side, bringing another shriek past your lips at the newfound sensitivity.

"EHE-EASTERMAN! H-H-HEHELP!"

You had the slightest bit of hope that he was listening. That he was watching the scene unfold, that he knew how dangerous this was for you. But you realized he had lied to you; reassured you the officer couldn't cause any harm. Your eyes widened more at the sudden realization. He was watching. He saw everything. No one was coming to save you, and you and him both knew it.

Coyle cooed at you, digging all five fingers into your side and shaking them briskly. "Aww, you think he's gonna help you? You're stuck with me, sweetness. And the only thing I wanna hear out of you is begging and screaming."

You yelled out through high-pitched laughter, throwing your head back and tightly shutting your eyes. Gasps and shrieks emitted as he sought out to find all the sensitive spots along your waist, calloused fingertips treading above your clothing and prodding extensively. "P-PLEHEHEASE-"

Even you didn't realize how sensitive you were; it wasn't often you were found at the expense of your own laughter and writhing. Coyle seemed to love it though; perhaps a bit too much, as his teeth showed behind his wide grin and he snarled. "So loud already. I'm gonna make a mess outta you."

His fingers travelled upwards, finding your ribs and delivering deft prods and squeezes to the sides of them, his fingers curling around on your back and digging deeply. It tickled like hell; your back arched up into his fingers, only adding to the sensation. You slammed it back down, your feet banging against the metal and producing a racket of echoes around the small cell. "C-COHOHOYLE-AHA!"

He chuckled down at you, fingers continuing their search for your worst spot. "What is it, hmm?"

You shook your head, trying to speak clearly through heavy laughter. "I-IHIHI-"

Coyle noticed you struggling to get your words out, so he backed off just slightly, slowing his pace to scribbles on your ribs to keep you squirming and giggling. Your eyes opened to look at him again, a wobbly smile on your face. You gasped through your airy giggles, slowing your movements and stuttering out. "I-Ihi still neheed to peheherform the ex-exahaham!"

He snickered, shaking his head at you. "Aw, honey. You can just write me off as in excellent condition when I'm done with you."

"Thahaht's nohot p-prohofessional-ahaha!"

Coyle let out a deep, raspy laugh. "And what? What you did to me months ago was?"

You shook your head, pleading with him through giggles and with your eyes. "I wohon't doho it again!"

He leaned down, right in front of your face this time, the smoke on his breath making your nose twitch. With a deep, southern drawl, he spoke just above a whisper. "Damn right. Yer' in my hands now."

There was no chance of you speaking out again as his hand was back to giving electrifyingly intense squeezes to your ribs, pinching higher to your upper ones and lingering there, watching with sadistic exhilaration as you screamed and fell back into your boisterous laughter.

You pulled at your arms again, twisting left and right to try and evade his hand, but it never left your torso, always digging and pinching and tickling the absolute hell out of you. Confined to the small bed, there wasn't much wiggle room, so you were stuck taking what he gave you as he slowly drained your sanity.

After a few minutes of the intense attacks on your ribs, his hand drifted towards your underarm. You descended into giggles again, using your low sensitivity there to your advantage and taking in much needed breaths of air. You suddenly thought of an idea. Surely it would end up in your favor.

With the remaining strength you had left, you changed the position of your legs and kicked at Coyle's thighs, making him falter and back up with a grunt, the grip on your wrists becoming undone as the strength of your push sent him backwards. You immediately sat up, rushing off the bed and charging at him. With a yelp, Coyle was sent crashing to the floor as you tackled him, taking the opportunity to sit atop his thighs and grab his wrists, putting them underneath the weight of your knees.

He barked out at you, his expression faltering into an angry one before the sadistic grin was back. He pulled at his arms, squirming under you and trying to knock you off. You held on though, placing your hands on his sides with a smirk of your own. He stared up at you through his aviators, deep snickers dripping off his lips. "Ohoho, you think you've won now, huh?"

You challenged a stare back, narrowing your eyes into his sunglasses and searching for his eyes. "I believe we can start the exam now."

You knew you had to work quick. Your hands got to work on his sides, squeezing with a precision that had Coyle choking on his laughter and writhing at the touch. You grinned down at him, watching as the wobbly smile replaced his smirk. "Aww, who's laughing now?"

He growled through his laughter, shaking his head and kicking his legs out behind you. "Y-youhou mohohotherfucker!" You gave him a mock frown, pursing your bottom lip out in fake sympathy.

You kept one hand squeezing mercilessly on his waist, using the other to unzip his leather jacket and open it to reveal his bloodied, white button up. He snickered, half at his sensitivity and half at your actions. "Oho, you've juhust been waiting to tahake my clothes off, hmhmm?"

You rolled your eyes at arrogance, digging harshly into his side and making him cry out. "Are you still super ticklish here?"

Your free hand fell above his tucked in shirt, wiggling and poking his abdomen in random patterns. He sucked in a breath, his stomach twitching underneath your fingers. His laughter deepened, throwing his head back with gritted teeth. You spoke out loud while taking mental notes of his reactions. "Subject shows extreme sensitivity to his abdomen, as usual. Will further examine."

You rushed your other hand to his stomach, shaking all five fingers into his muscles and vibrating deeply. The poking hand continued with its random prods, sending the officer into a frenzy of yelps and laughter. "S-SOHON OF A BIHIHITCH-"

You giggled at him, taking great pride and joy in getting him back and reducing him to a mess underneath you. "You poor, poor, thing."

The faintest of a blush crept up his neck and protruded onto his cheeks. You cooed at him, bringing a hand up to flutter your fingers against his neck. "Aww, are you blushing now? This must be really getting to you!"

He tried to growl through his laughter, but it ended up turning into giggles and titters as your fingers landed on his neck. He tried to move his head away, but your hand only followed, so he did his best at squeezing his head against his shoulder. It barely affected your movement though, as more giggles emitted from him. "The mean cop can still giggle!"

"Ehehehnough you fuhuhucker, I-I'll cohohook you!"

You looked around, not seeing his baton in sight. Turning your head back to him, you clicked your tongue. "Aw, seems like they were smart enough to at least leave you without your prized weapon. Too bad I can't use it though."

You suddenly perked up, remembering the spot that drove him wild the most. Your smile turned into a sick grin, challenging the ones he gave you. Keeping up with the flutters on his neck and the pokes to his stomach, you questioned him over his laughter. "How are your hips doing?"

The slightest of a hitch in his throat was caught by you, and your grin darkened. He shook his head, his laughter growing in volume at just the mention of his hips. You snickered at his crazed reaction, taking it as evidence that it still drove him up the wall.

"DOHON'T FUHUCKING DO IT-"

Too late. You swiftly brought your hands down to his hips, putting your thumb on top of the bone and wrapping your other fingers around his waist. Your thumbs dug in harshly, squeezing without mercy and sending shocks through his entire body. He all out yelled, a deep, hoarse cackle bursting from within his chest and echoing throughout the cell.

You grinned down at him, a bit taken aback by how badly this was affecting him. Was he this sensitive the last time? No words escaped past his lips. The only sound in the small room was his booming laughter. He writhed under you, bucking his hips and slamming his boots against the floor.

Perhaps he bucked a bit too much, as you were suddenly thrown off his legs backwards, landing on the ground with yelp. Your eyes widened as you watched Coyle catch his breath for just a brief second before sitting up and going to grab at you. With a shriek, you scrambled to get up from the ground, barely missing his aim for you as you stood up, running out of the cell in terror.

"You got forty kinds of hell coming to ya' for that!"

You didn't make it far though. Coyle's hands wrapped around your waist, dragging you back into the cell and promptly digging into your sides. You squealed, manic giggles spilling past your mouth as your hands grabbed at his, trying and failing to pull them away.

He snickered in your ear, his breath tickling you further and making you tilt your head away. "Aww, what was that ya' said? Who's laughin' now?"

"IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY!"

"Oh, honey. There's no use in apologizing now. Just scream for me, sweetness."

And scream you did, as Coyle suddenly swept your foot out in front of you with his own, making you yelp between your laughter and fall to the ground with him still wrapped around your waist. He followed you down, taking the opportunity to sit behind you and continue squeezing your sides. Your hands were on top of his forearms, desperately trying to pull them away to no avail.

You squirmed in his hold, twisting with no where to go. Your legs kicked out in front of you, so Coyle took one of his legs and put it over one of yours, keeping it secured on the ground. A small, involuntary whine left your lips and you shook your head, trying to kick his leg off yours. It was of no use though, you were being weakened with laughter by every passing second.

"Coy-Cohohoyle!"

He smirked against your ear, his beard just barely scratching against your neck, causing you to lean forward to dodge the ticklish feeling. He took notice of this, chuckling and following where your head went with accurate precision, purposefully rubbing his beard against the side of your neck.

"Oh? What happened to a first name basis?"

You squealed at the sensation, falling into louder giggles as your shoulder struggled to reach your head, blocked by Coyle's own, forcing you to take in the scratchy feeling.

"When was the last time you had a physical exam, huh?"

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, nervous giggles spilling past your lips as your squirming doubled. He tightened his hold on you, practically securing your entire upper half with just his arms. Your arms smacked the top of his, searching for any possible way of escape. "Ihi dohon't need ohohone, ahasshole!"

"Ooh," he clicked his tongue, "is that sass I'm hearin'?"

"LEHET mehe gohoho!"

He shook his head against your neck, his beard grazing against your skin only making you giggle further. His southern drawl echoed in your ear. "With all this squealin', I think we outta check. Start by getting these hands out the way."

He suddenly took both of your hands in his, putting them behind your back and against his torso. You tried to put up a fight, but he ultimately got your wrists in one of his hands. You couldn't see what he was doing, but you felt him reach behind him. With an anxious smile and confusion crossing your face, you wondered just what in the hell he was up to.

You heard the faint sound of something jingling behind you, like keys or metal or something. The feeling of something cold wrapped around your wrist, it following suit on your other. You tugged at your hands, yet they went nowhere. A gasp resonated from you, confusion turning into panic at the realization. Handcuffs. Real handcuffs.

You lowered your head, your giggles rising in pitch as the wobbly smile on your face on grew in width. "Ohoho gohod, plehehease." Coyle's hands snaked back to your waist, fingers poised at your sides and ready to strike at any moment.

"God ain't gonna save ya' now."

His fingers attacked, promptly digging all ten into your sides relentlessly. You threw your head back at the touch, falling onto his chest and writhing in his grasp. Your hands balled into fists behind you, while your unrestrained leg kicked out against the floor.

"P-PLEHEHEASE DOHON'T!"

"Now, now. This is an ongoing examination. Tell me somethin', honey. Does this tickle?"

He switched tactics, aiming for squeezing up and down your sides now. You shrieked, the extremity of the feeling making you jerk underneath his touch. Your head was titled back against his shoulder, loud laughter echoing all around the cell. "GOHOD DAHAHAMNIT-"

"Ooh, such foul language for someone so professional."

He kept his hands squeezing against your sides, dipping his head low and once again rubbing his beard against the open skin of your neck. A high-pitch squeal escaped you and you squeezed your eyes shut, nose scrunching up and head failing to elude his scruff. He snickered into your ear. "Subject shows extreme sensitivity to the neck. Should we further investigate this?"

If you could kill him, you would. How dare he use your own words against you?

"NOHOHOHO!"

"Hmm," he growled in your ear, "I think we damn well need to."

One of his hands came up to wiggle his fingers on the opposite side of your neck where his beard was currently keeping you in a fit of high-pitched laughter. The added sensation only made you squeal again, head tilting to try and press against your shoulder.

This only exposed the other side of your neck though, so Coyle took the chance to delve further into your neck, reaching part of your shoulder and collarbone. You didn't know how to respond, the two highly contrasting feelings driving you up the wall.

"Aww, yer' all bark and no bite, huh?"

The hand at your waist crawled higher, landing on your ribs and poking at random intervals. Each poke made you squeak, driving you back down to airy giggles. Your torso twitched, back arching and convulsing into his chest.

"C-Cohohoyle, plehehease! I'm sohohorry!"

"I ain't sure I believe that, sweetness."

You shook your head, giggly whines intermixed with your squeaks. "Ihihi-ha! I swehehear!"

"Is that what you were gonna say before you kicked my leg earlier? That hurt ya' know."

Coyle hummed, his smirk evident in his tone. You couldn't see it, but you knew he was up to no good. "Speaking of legs..." he trailed off.

A hand was suddenly atop your restrained thigh, making your giggles spike and turn into panicked laughter. You pleaded out, doing your best to try and wriggle his hand off. "N-Nohoho! Dohohon't-"

"Upper half seems fine, but what about the lower half, hmm?" His breath was against your ear again, he scruff brushing against your ear and making you titter.

"COYLE! NOHO-"

The hand atop your thigh squeezed mercilessly; up and down the length of it with such intensity that it must've rivaled the feeling of his shock baton. The feeling shot up your leg and spread throughout your torso, making your hips buck and laughter raise an octave.

Coyle snickered at your reactions. "Aw, what pretty lil' noises you make."

Against your will, a small blush painted itself across your cheeks, heat radiating off them at his sudden flirtatious teasing. You shook your head, trying to hide your face from him. He noticed instantly though, as he was gauging your face for reactions.

His free hand was back on your neck, fluttering his fingers to make you turn your head back towards his way. He cooed, grinning ear to ear. "Aw, am I makin' you blush? Don't hide from me, sweetness."

You said nothing as you were too laughter struck, head tilting back to him as he scribbled against your neck. Your blush only deepened at his words, eyes squeezed shut in mirth (and so you didn't have to view his teasy smirk). The hands behind your back struggled, having no where to go as the handcuff links clinked together.

Coyle brought his hand down more, pinching above your knee with his thumb and index finger. Your head was thrown back against his shoulder again as you practically lied against him. Your other leg kicked out in every direction; the knee he was attacking twitching and flexing underneath his fingers.

"Christ almighty," he snickered, "I just love making you dance for me."

The hand at your neck rushed back to your side, squeezing the same way he was your knee. The combined, tremendously ticklish sensations had you screeching before falling into silent laughter. Your stomach ached, mind going hazy as he never let up for a second. The only sound in the room was his humming and chuckling.

You were going limp in his arms when the speakers in the police station sounded, Easterman's amused voice reverberating around the cell.

"I think the doctor has had quite enough now. Wouldn't you like to see them again, Leland?"

Coyle ignored his words, continuing to pinch your knee and dig into your side. Easterman was over the intercom again, his tone stricter this time.

"Now."

With a snicker, Coyle stopped his torment on you, lifting his hands off you and leaning you forward a bit to take the handcuffs off your wrists. You greedily sucked in air, chest heaving up and down as giggles poured out of you. The blush was still on your face, along with the wobbly smile as the officer took your hands in his. His thumbs rubbed soothingly against your wrists, his mouth coming close to your ear and whispering to you.

"Yer' lucky, I'll tell you that. Next time I won't be so lenient."

You shook him off you, leaning forward and not daring to meet his eyes as you shakily stood up from the floor. Coyle chuckled and also stood up, going towards the table with his file. You turned around and watched as he opened it up, checking off boxes and writing something down that you couldn't make out.

When he was done, he closed the file and took it in his hand, turning to you with a smirk. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. "I don't think that was your job. What exactly did you put down?"

He walked towards you, holding the file out for you to take it. You hesitantly grabbed it, slowly opening it up to see what he had written.

"I didn't ask him to stop once. I'll be back for more again soon."

You slammed the file shut, the blush returning to your cheeks with a darker hue than before. You stared at him through his aviators, shaking your head with the tiniest hint of a grin playing at your face. You didn't want to admit it, but just maybe he was half right. Perhaps you had developed the smallest of a soft spot for him.

He could clearly see it though; the way you didn't even attempt to deny his accusation. He grinned at you, putting a hand on his belt buckle while the other reattached the handcuffs to the hook on his belt. He titled his head towards you. "You don't have to say nothin'. I already know, honey."

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to play off your embarrassment. "Whatever."

An alarm sounded around the police station, symbolizing your cue that it was time to leave for the facility again. You straightened your clothes out and put the file between your arm again, looking to him with a small, trying-to-be-professional, smile. He peered at you back, the cocky grin not once leaving his features. "You go on. I know you'll come runnin' back eventually."

You cleared your throat at his tease, rolling your eyes and giving him a small nod. "Goodbye, Leland."

You turned on your heel, walking out of the cell before he could see your flustered smile. You heard him call out behind you, voice evident with a playfully wicked and flirtatious tone.

"I'll miss ya, too."